Description

Nouveau Vandal series deconstructed last spring during a pandemic quarantine. Battling Burrough’s bad karma, these visual poems are time stopped, dystopian dialogue, electronic versions of yesterday’s news.

The void is only a bad dream; a story you are telling yourself. Loneliness is a state of mind; boredom a human construct like time or Art. One can scream helplessly as a cog in a broken machine or change gears and find a different voice.

ART render thee “free”.

We are all just doing something in an age of poetic terrorism.